I feel like the grains of sand in an hourglass are stuck together like concrete and they are not moving at all. All the universe has stopped in fact. Absolutely nothing is going on, and I cannot go home and listen to the drone of the buzz of the endless noise that comes from a box or even lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. neither of which are good for me, i consent, but it doesn’t make where I’m at any easier. for some reason, i take longer to type here than I don anywhere else. It’s like what i’m about to say i know is not important, or at least i don’t think it’s very important…even though it is the only voice i often hear, besides the other ones in my head haha not. I am trying to wind away this hour that is going by so dreadfully slow….and it is not working so swell….